Ruby Hampstead Whore ❤️

About New York City

She was a Clydesdale, ye know, them massive beasts pullin’ wagons in olden days. Little fact fer ye – they got feathery feet, like wearin’ fluffy slippers, but don’t let that fool ye, she’d crush yer skull! Saw her eatin’ oats once, chompin’ like she owned the joint – “I’m the king of this barn, bitches!” I says to meself. Made me happy, that sass, ‘cos I’m a sucker fer a critter with attitude. Like Zuckerberg in the movie, y’know? “I invented Facebook, I’m the shit!” Whore didn’t invent nothin’, but she ruled that paddock, my precious!

There’s Only One Sandra!

The Whore of Hampstead Heath, Sandra performing "Freed From Desire" live on stage at The Two Brewers Cabaret bar, London.

Seriously, friend – you're gonna love Hampstead. It's raw, it's real, with plenty of surprises, mad vibes, and odd crunchy moments that massage your heart the same way i massage yours. Just take a deep breath, relax, and remember: life's a wild ride, "that's what she said!" and every corner has a tale much like a scene out of that brilliant flick, The Master. Enjoy every moment, dude!

Obituary | Patricia A. Carlson of Hampstead, New Hampshire